I make many mistakes with them--perhaps more as the years go on: they love me, however, for they know that I mean well, and it would haunt me if they fell into bad hands.

Now I am not sure that Mr.Scougall would choose the best successor.

Before he married I could have trusted his judgment." She fell a-musing again.

"Archibald is here in Plymouth," she added inconsequently.

"My nephew, you know." I nodded, and asked, "Is he quartered here ?" "Why, how did you know he was in the Army ?" "You told me Major Arthur was saving up to buy him a commission." "How well you remember!" she sighed.